Which could be why a carefully edited Nick Frost pulling off what appear to be perfectly competent salsa moves isn’t enough to save this underpowered rom-com.

Frost has stepped out of Simon Pegg's shadow to play Bruce Garrett, a former teenage dance champ who hung up his Cuban heels after a run-in with bullies. Now he’s a bored, middle-aged singleton who is living out a life of quiet desperation as an industrial lathe salesman.

But when his new American boss Julia (Rashida Jones) reveals her love of Latin dancing, Bruce’s feet start getting itchy again. With his sleazy workmate Drew (Chris O’Dowd) sniffing around, Bruce knows he needs to throw down his trump card. So he skulks back to his former dance teacher (Ian McShane) to prepare for a climatic dance contest.

With its shameless use of an American love interest and its array of quirky Brits, this clearly has high hopes of being another Four Weddings. But I'm not sure if it's either funny enough or soppy enough to become a hit on either side of the Atlantic.

Frost is as likeable as ever, the always great Olivia Colman is a delight as Bruce's sister and Fonejacker star Kayvan Novak raises a few laughs as a camp, Middle Eastern dancer. But it doesn't feel like much Latin passion went into the leaden script.

This was part paid for by the BFI Film Fund, a Lottery-backed scheme aimed at producing “bold and distinctive work”. As this was never going to be either, you have to wonder who's writing the cheques.